Rogue walked along the hall, delighted at first seeing the photos. Watching the evolution of a family, from a young wild street urchin to a boy with a proud father and the apple of Mattie's eye.
There were pictures of the X-men she didn't remember being taken, they all looked so young, so happy. Smiles on all their faces, playful poses and pranks caught mid way through. Back when times weren't so dire and life had seemed like maybe...
Things matured as she moved down the hall and she paused for a long time in front of a picture that was obvious a wedding and there was that weak in the knees feeling again. Her dress was stunning, and the setting was beautiful and flowers and everything looked perfect but none of that even mattered. There was only Remy and the expression on his face of absolute love and adoration that he was looking at her with. Her heart lurched in her chest with a surge of emotion she hadn't even known she was capable of feeling. "Oh, Remy."
She didn't want to look away but felt compelled to move along the hall to the rest of the pictures and saw a shocking sight, herself making a face as Remy grinned madly, his ear pressed to her rounded belly and giving a thumbs up to the camera. A proud papa if ever there was one. If she hadn't already seen the children that would have made her knees give way for sure.
She studied each picture carefully from there on out, greedy to learn the details of their lives and try to imagine the stories of the moments where each one was taken. It wasn't long before Remy became absent from them and she stepped back a few paces to see if she'd simply missed him somehow. But no, no Remy going forward...and no her. And then there was Raven with the children but the light nature of the earlier pictures was gone. Eventually Remy was there again but without her.
Then she noted the large picture, the wedding dance and the candle beneath it, the candle lit in remembrance. Rogue's head fell forward, her watery vision obscured by white and chestnut locks.
"Yer the one that tells folks bout their death, how the world goes on without 'em." She nods, her voice thick with emotion. "Ah fergot that was yer part in all this."
She sniffled and wiped at her eyes, straightened and tried to compose herself. "Ah'm ok with it, really Ah am, so long as you can tell me that they are alright. Tell me they are safe an happy an that's all Ah need."
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There were pictures of the X-men she didn't remember being taken, they all looked so young, so happy. Smiles on all their faces, playful poses and pranks caught mid way through. Back when times weren't so dire and life had seemed like maybe...
Things matured as she moved down the hall and she paused for a long time in front of a picture that was obvious a wedding and there was that weak in the knees feeling again. Her dress was stunning, and the setting was beautiful and flowers and everything looked perfect but none of that even mattered. There was only Remy and the expression on his face of absolute love and adoration that he was looking at her with. Her heart lurched in her chest with a surge of emotion she hadn't even known she was capable of feeling. "Oh, Remy."
She didn't want to look away but felt compelled to move along the hall to the rest of the pictures and saw a shocking sight, herself making a face as Remy grinned madly, his ear pressed to her rounded belly and giving a thumbs up to the camera. A proud papa if ever there was one. If she hadn't already seen the children that would have made her knees give way for sure.
She studied each picture carefully from there on out, greedy to learn the details of their lives and try to imagine the stories of the moments where each one was taken. It wasn't long before Remy became absent from them and she stepped back a few paces to see if she'd simply missed him somehow. But no, no Remy going forward...and no her. And then there was Raven with the children but the light nature of the earlier pictures was gone. Eventually Remy was there again but without her.
Then she noted the large picture, the wedding dance and the candle beneath it, the candle lit in remembrance. Rogue's head fell forward, her watery vision obscured by white and chestnut locks.
"Yer the one that tells folks bout their death, how the world goes on without 'em." She nods, her voice thick with emotion. "Ah fergot that was yer part in all this."
She sniffled and wiped at her eyes, straightened and tried to compose herself. "Ah'm ok with it, really Ah am, so long as you can tell me that they are alright. Tell me they are safe an happy an that's all Ah need."